The dragon's harem

Chapter 1530: What is Going On?

“Are you all right?” Arad approached Eris as the next fight was about to start. She looked at him for a second, then stood, shrugging, “I’m fine, mostly. The portfolio is acting up, but Amaterasu’s divine magic is keeping it suppressed.”

Arad wanted to feel at ease, but he couldn’t. “Are you sure? That portfolio isn’t stable. I can see it straining to split your soul in two. One is draconic and the other is the Murder Portfolio.”

Eris shook her head and smiled, “Well, Amaterasu’s divine magic is the sun, and the sun is made of pure plasma, so it resonates with my draconic magic. The vampire’s blood magic resonates with the Murder Portfolio, and as it just happened, the sun and vampires don’t get along.”

She lifted her hands, filled one with boiling purple plasma and the other with dripping crimson blood.

“Like Amaterasu herself, I’m showing the signs of a duality. To become a true goddess, I must gain authority over those two powers, not shun one of them and embrace the other.” She flicked her hands with a smile.

“I’ll remain stuck as a demi-goddess if I let any of them take over.” She looked at Betty, who was stretching after she rested. “If I did kill her, I would’ve gotten a huge power boost to the Murder Portfolio, but I won’t have ascended.”

She looked at the arena, “Who’s going to fight next?”

Arad approached the edge and looked down, “Balina and Gamond already fought before, and Balina ended up knocked out for weeks. Claug and Denki also fought.” He looked at Claug and Balina, “What about you two?”

He was curious. Who would win, Claug or Balina?

While Balina was older and more powerful, Claug was a monster of her own. But there was also a catch: Claug won’t want to use her disease magic here.

Claug and Balina looked at each other for a few moments. “I will win.” Balina said with a smile and pointed to the arena, “Follow me.”

Claug sighed and followed her.

Claug can kill almost anyone here if she wanted; her plague isn’t something that anyone can resist. Or this is what she would’ve thought, if Arad didn’t just beat her.

Can her plague work on other dragons? Can it endure Gamond’s cold or Eris’s heat? What about Betty’s radiant light? Can her plague adapt and take hold in light itself? That was probably impossible, meaning that all Betty or Luminous needed to do was turn into light to cure themselves.

She needs to rebuild her plague from the start to account for that, which made her reluctant to fight now. If Claug was anything, she was paranoid about her own power.

As a drakaina that failed in magic but managed to rely on poison and disease, she didn’t like the idea that her super weapon failed to finish someone. She wanted nothing more than to lock herself in her lab to figure things out.

But before that train of thought could end, Claug found herself standing in the middle of the arena, facing Balina.

Balina looked at her with a smile and then turned toward Arad, “Don’t worry, I won’t harm her too much.”

The common sense was that without a setback, a dragon’s age was a clear wall that most couldn’t surpass. An ancient drakaina like Claug can never defeat a great wyrm like Balina. The age gap was just too massive.

But strangely, Claug wasn’t even paying attention to Balina; she was drowning in her own thoughts.

“HOI! Are we going to fight or not?” Balina shouted, getting Claug’s attention.

Claug blinked several times, “Yeah, let’s get it over with.” She blew into the air, and Balina froze in place.

Balina’s skin turned red, filled with blisters, and she screamed louder than she ever did in her whole life. She fell to the ground, bleeding from every hole in her body, and coiled on herself, getting forced back to her massive draconic form in seconds.

She could feel her muscles melting, her heart racing, her eyes drying and bleeding, her scales falling off, and the sheer pain washing all thoughts from her powerful draconic brain.

Then was darkness, pure and silent, a dreamless sleep, which, when Balina awoke from, the entire world was at the verge of shattering. The sun was flying from the east to the west like a meteor, and the entire sky blazed with purple radiance and divine magic.

What in the nine hells did Claug do to her? She was hallucinating, no doubt about it. Was it a deadly poison, one made to specifically kill pink dragons? Or was it something worse? Claug’s reputation preceded her, so it was possible, but how?

Balina sat up and looked around, seeing everyone staring at the sky with wide eyes. “Damn it, Claug, what did you do to me?” She growled and stood, feeling her legs as stiff as rocks.

No one responded; they were busy staring at the flying sun…second sun in the sky? Balina looked at the arena and saw Gamond in her draconic form, half of her body melted, and she was missing one wing; the other magic beside her was that of Eris.

It was then that Balina realised what had happened. Claug did mess her up with some kind of harrowing poison, but what she was seeing now wasn’t a hallucination… The magic that is filling the air: Divine, Sun, Gravity, Plasma, Murder, and Blood.

Eris was ascending to godhood, and the entire world was about to shatter from the shockwave.

While she was unconscious, Eris and Gamond had fought, and Eris managed to initiate her apotheosis. “What’s going on!?” She screamed and jumped forward, looking at the sky.

Angels were already coming down from the clouds. Those were the same angels Arad stole from the god of war, Alexander, and gave to Eris; they were coming to greet their new goddess.

It was just then that Balina realised that the second sun that was flying from east to west at least twice a second, was Eris herself.

“How did this happen?”

That was a good question, so at least a few minutes earlier…